Everyone stared at the wax figure rolling on the ground.
The head is face down, with the back of the head facing everyone.
It was extremely tense at this time, and the whole room was filled with a strange atmosphere.
"It's funny."
Mike said in one breath and walked over.
He held up the slippery wax head with both hands, turned his face to look at it, and said to him as if to say hello: "Hey, brother, smile at me too, smile.
Smile" There is no doubt that Mike's courage is indeed great.
Cheng Qianxun was so frightened that he hooked Sneijder's arm and hid beside him.
"Smile, give me a smile."
Mike turned his head in his hands like a football and pointed it at Basong: "Did you see it?
It's not smiling.
You're dazzled.
How can something made of wax be possible?"
I can laugh, laugh my ass off, hey hey."
"Don't face me."
Bassong, who was sitting by the wall, was so frightened that he covered his face with his hands and did not dare to look directly.
Mike turned his head again, holding it with one hand and pointing with the other, with a warning look: "Hey, let me tell you, if you don't smile, believe it or not, I will blow your head off with my fist."
Seeing Mike actually raising his hand, Basong was stunned and quickly stopped him: "What are you doing?"
Mike ignored him at all and punched him directly in the nose with his fist, sending the wax figure's head flying straight away.
He threw himself to the ground and rolled several times until he stopped in front of Bassong, who was stunned with fright.
Down.
The skin of the head was worn away, and the nose was also knocked off during the collision, revealing a red hole with some white bones that looked like bones, making it even more ferocious.
"You won't laugh when you see that it's just a pimple made of wax."
Mike yelled at Basong, who was cowering in fear: "If it is really alive, let it or other wax people take revenge. " Cheng Qianxun only felt that it was too weird.
She just wanted to leave this place, so she tugged on Sneijder's clothes: "We should go to other places.
Didn't we say there is food and equipment?"
Sneijder looked around at everyone and said, "Let's go.
If you don't like this place, just don't come here."
Then he led Cheng Qianxun out.
The others also left.
When Basong saw this, he quickly got up and carefully tried to get around the head lying in front of him.
Just after walking halfway, he suddenly jumped like a frog thrown into boiling water.
He jumped two feet high, hugged Mike in front of him, and screamed miserably: "It's moving again, it's moving again, help, help..."
"Get down here, you bastard, come down."
There was an extra burden on Mike's back.
He angrily tried to get rid of it, but Basong was like an octopus, clinging to him with hands and feet.
He tried hard for a while but failed, so he could only walk out with Basong who was screaming for help.
After walking out of the restaurant, Hogan, a former teammate, walked over and patted Bassong on the shoulder: "Okay, come out, come down quickly."
"Help, help..."
Basong wrapped his arms tightly around Mike's neck and laid his head on Mike's shoulder, still shouting in fear.
"Get him down quickly."
Mike said in a slightly hoarse voice: "Strangle me to death."
After forcefully breaking open Basong's arm, Mike finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He punched Basong's cheek with his fist and cursed angrily: "You coward, I wasn't killed by a ghost.
I was strangled to death by you first."
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Bassong, who was originally strong enough to dodge, did not avoid it.
He was so frightened that he was stunned.
He received a solid punch and fell to the ground.
"Okay, I've beaten him, it should be enough."
Boxer Hogan stopped Angry Mike, who was still trying to step on him a few times: "He believes this, give him some time to adapt."
Cheng Qianxun also sighed slightly.
It would not work if he continued like this, so he asked: "Is he like this in the zombie layer?"
"We have never been to the zombie layer.
They are all about survival hunting."
Hogan frowned slightly, and then remembered something: "The zombies and witch hunting you mentioned before...are these the two levels you have?"
Hogan then turned to Mike and Interpol Harold, who were from different teams.
Harold said expressionlessly: "The two floors I passed were also about survival hunting, gun battles and weapons."
"Okay, let me go."
Mike pushed Hogan away impatiently and straightened his torn clothes: "Mine is just like his, it's just an ordinary survival game.
And most of the people participating are rookies.
It was resolved quickly.”
Rudolf sneered: "Does Satan treat us specially?
What we are chasing after are not our opponents, but zombies and crazy believers who want to burn us to death."
In addition, each person has a special ability for killing each other. . .
Cheng Qianxun also felt something different, as if they were more difficult.
No wonder Basong was like this.
If she hadn't gone through these two rounds of elimination, she might have been just like him, scared out of her mind.
Seeing Basong still squatting on the ground holding his head, Cheng Qianxun looked at Hogan: "You are his teammate, try to wake him up.
Otherwise, if this continues, he will be the first to die."
Hogan sighed helplessly, walked to Basong and said: "Get up, maybe it's just an illusion, just to scare you.
When the real killer appears, you won't be able to fight back.
Hey, get up, get up."
Cheng Qianxun also helped: "So what if the head of the wax figure can laugh?
It doesn't matter if it's your hallucination or someone made it laugh.
Look at you now, a child could probably stab you to death with a knife."
"Be strong and stand up, we have to go to other rooms."
But Basong was still like an ostrich hiding his head in the sand, squatting in a ball on the ground, holding his head and trembling all over.
"It seems that you can't do this, so let me do it."
Rudolph walked over and grabbed Basong, who was probably a little lighter than him.
Then he grabbed his collar with one hand and threw him fiercely with the other hand.
"Crack!"
After a few crisp slaps, Rudolf stopped first and calmly asked Basong, whose cheeks were slightly red: "What's up?
Can you go with us?
Do you need a few more hits?"
Bassong was stunned for a moment, staring at Rudolph.
It seemed that he was still awake, so Rudolf slapped him four times: "Is this going downhill?"
Basong finally woke up and nodded quickly: "Okay, okay, I'm fine."
"Very well, bold boy, you continue to lead the way.
Go upstairs first."
Rudolph turned around and said in a commanding tone to the gangster leader Mike.
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Then he followed Mike's footsteps and said as he walked: "If this soft-footed one still looks like before, then just leave him here alone."
Everyone continued walking, Hogan walked up to Bassong and warned: "Don't do this again, a bitch is braver than you."
"Hey" Cheng Qianxun, who had already reached the stairs, turned around and said, "Don't be sexist."
"My princess, please stop talking.
Men also need stimulation sometimes."
Sneijder's joking voice came.
There are four rooms upstairs, two on the left and right of the stairs.
After so many experiences, Reger and everyone stood at the door of an open bedroom and looked inside.
There were beds, quilts, and wardrobes inside: "This room is too small.
It can only sleep up to four people." , two on the bed and two under the bed.
Do you want to stay with us?"
Harold's eyes were calm and gleaming with wisdom and sophistication: "Find another big room."
The implication was that he wanted to stay with them.
"I don't care.
If you snore too much, I'd better sleep alone."
Mike looked fearless.
"I'd better sleep with you."
Basong said quickly, his cheeks were still a little red and swollen, and Hogan also expressed that it was good to be together.
Only together are we safer, whether in the wild or in this suspected haunted house.
"If you can't, sleep in the hall downstairs."
As soon as Cheng Qianxun finished speaking, he noticed that this place was different from the one downstairs: "Have you noticed that the rooms here are very clean."
Sneijder smiled and said: "Compared to the ghost castle downstairs, this place is as clean as a prison cell."
There is no dust, no cobwebs, everything is neat and tidy; the quilts are spread out on the bed, without even a wrinkle on the quilt surface.
"Go and have a look in the other rooms."
Rudolph said.
The room on the left is obviously larger than the two on the right, but not by much.
Looking at the room, which was about fifteen square meters, Rudolf said: "It might be possible to squeeze in, but Cheng can only sleep with others."
In this way, there were two people on the bed, and three people on each side of the bed.
"I sleep with Cheng."
Sneijder raised his eyebrows: "I guarantee in the name of Satan that I will never touch her."
The people in the other teams seemed to understand something, so they didn't say anything.
Besides, it is also appropriate for the only woman to sleep in the bed.
The teammates who knew that Sneijder had the body of God all laughed secretly.
Mammen regarded this body as a big treasure.
"This bed is big enough for me to sleep in.
It will be a little more comfortable for Hogan and Harold, who are two big people, to sleep on the other side of the bed."
Regel looked at the six-foot bed, and after speaking, he noticed that nearly half of the people were sleeping there.
Everyone looked at him, so he raised his eyebrows like Sneijder: "With so many people watching, what else can I do?"
Cheng Qianxun's face immediately turned red: "That's it, now go find food and equipment for these eight days."
"Now there's only the attic and the basement."
Mike looked around at everyone with a pleading look.
"Attic or basement?"
Rudolph also asked.
“Basement,” Harold said with certainty.
He is an Interpol police officer, so what he said should make sense: “Generally, the ratio of basements in crime scenes is much higher than that in attics.
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Attics are often filled with sundries and memories, while basements are often filled with various tools. and sin.”
Rudolf agreed and said calmly: "And it is convenient to pull the body out after it is processed."
So everyone went downstairs to the basement.
"Every haunted house has a spooky basement, and this one is the same."
Sneijder could only let go of Cheng Qianxun, because below was a wooden staircase that creaked when he stepped on it.
He bent slightly and stretched out his hands to pull away the spider webs and other things that rushed in front of him as he walked
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